AMUSING POETRY. Christmas. A SONG FOR THE YOUNG AND THE WISE. CHRISTMAS Comes! He comes, he comes, Hollies in the windows greet him; Curtains, those snug room-enfolders, Of fire, and eats a million pies, And is very merry and wise; Very wise and very merry, And loves a kiss beneath the berry. Then full many a shape hath he, B Now is he a green array, And now an "eve" and now a "day;" He's a man that can't write verses, And he's forfeits, cards, and wassails, With a sugar on the top Seen before in many a shop, Where the boys could gaze for ever, Beef and pudding, and mince-pies, And little boys with laughing eyes, Whom their seniors ask arch questions, Feigning fears of indigestions, (As if they, forsooth, the old ones Hadn't privately tenfold ones!) He's a dinner, and a fire, Heap'd beyond your heart's desire, And your cheek the fire outstares, LEIGH HUNT. The Two Bracelets. A FARMER-GENERAL, one Monsieur B Who dwelt in France, when Louis held the throne, And given to extravagance in dress. One day she bought a pair of bracelets, such It happen'd that the queen was there that night, |